Last night, I was hugged by a member of the same sex. According to Ian Wishart, this apparently means that I am gay.
I'm not sure what's scarier - the fact that there are bigoted panty-sniffing dinosaurs like Wishart still around, or that in its zeal to overturn the results of the last election, the New Zealand right has decided to go after not the Prime Minister, but her politically uninvolved husband. This is very dirty pool indeed, and it makes you wonder what they're going to try next - targeting people's children?
As I've said in the case of Don Brash, I am fundamentally uninterested in politicians' private lives. I do not care who they screw, or how, or how many at once. I am even less interested in the activities of their partners or other family members. They are in no way part of public life, and their privacy deserves to be respected.
Even the Mafia have an understanding barring going after people's families, on the basis that it would make life completely unbearable otherwise. The same should apply in politics. Being part of a politician's family should not mark you out for public victimisation, and those that think otherwise are the lowest type of bottom-feeding scum.